We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth

A Great Cause Of The Night Is Lack Of The Sun.

Love Is Merely A Madness, And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do.

Be Not Thy Tongue Thy Own Shame's Orator.

Love Yourself; And In That Love Not Unconsidered Leave Your Honor.

I Am A Kind Of Burr; I Shall Stick.